Cat Hunter Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Fresh stain of blood is tainted on the floor leading to the dark corner of the room. “Hello!” I must be alone here. “A few blood splattering on the mat.” I need to check this out. I am looking for the switch where I can turn on the light, too dim. I move forward while my hands crawling on the wall. The noise keeps on disturbing me. “Ahhh!!” the fear confronts me as the dark shadow morphs into a shiny dark cat whose eyes are seafoam, munching its own babies stares at me steadily. The cat jumps over her dead kittens, and carries a meaty meal from her mouth and goes out.

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“Yeah, but this one has been dead a little longer than the one you found. Some guy was hunting deer or some shit and discovered it deep in the woods. Thankfully, the official that responded to his report was a supernatural being, so it was run through the Council instead of the human police. The pathologist guesses from its decomposition that it’s been dead for at least a week. Like the one you brought, it was stabbed in the back of the head, and the weapon matches the wound.” “Do you think there might be more?” I ask as I peruse the pictures. “I don’t know. It’s possible that there are other creatures we haven’t found. I mean, think about all the supernatural creatures that have gone missin

I laughed, “I am not an assassin, otherwise you would be dead, I am a hired hand, determined to wipe out your kind.” “Not if you don’t live past tonight, small one.” He smirked. I hissed in response, “I am not small.” He laughed, “It is a fact. Since you dropped by and my dinner left, how about you replace her?” he teased as my mouth went dry. “Don’t you dare!” I cursed as he leaned over me, his fangs lengthening as they pierced my neck, he moaned as my blood streamed into his mouth. I hit him and tried to push him off me with my good arm, but I was unable to move him.

her words ended in another grunt of pain as the bat was swung very hard against her belly. Her body wanted to fold on itself but the chains kept it from doing so. Cathy sucked in a breath and winced. Her ribs were probably broken. “What do you want?” “You are an abomination to our kind.” “Your kind?” tears brimmed in her eyes. “You are a wolf. We are Hunters. You are a threat to humanity and now you have seduced a Brother with your magic.” She shook her head, grimacing through the pain. “What the hell are you going on about? All I did was have an innocent fuck…”

Placing his nail less fingers in the bowl, filled with vinegar mixed with red chili powder and salt. Plea…. Ple.. Please… le… leave… me.. Me.. Ahhhhh…..ahhhh….pleas….please… He was crying and begging for mercy. But I showed no mercy towards this fucker who touched my innocent kitten with his whorish and dirty hands… I smirked at his condition….. Hey guys hope you are doing well and fine, how’s the update.. Hope u will like it and share your thoughts regarding this story.. Vote, share and comment.. Please guys comments me your view about his mania, so I could know what you guys thought about this book…

As I slipped on my clothes, I was hyperaware of the cold marble that sat in my hand, waiting patiently for its moment to shine. "I know the game is about taking risks, but that---that was insane." Camille exhaled, and I couldn't help notice the slight tremble of her hands. This was the most I had heard Camille speak, Helena too from the looks of it. "What was that? What kind of---thing makes that sound?" "It was a bobcat. A poisonous one apparently." I grimaced. I left out one fact, that the inhuman wailing hadn't come from the creature, it had come from the old crone.

Two eyes, bright yellow like burning coals, stared back at her, mirroring my fear. "Who's there?" I whispered my voice barely a tremor. The growling grew louder, and closer, sending shivers down my spine. A stench of damp fur and something wild filled the air, making my stomach twist. In the depths of the pit, something stirred, a hulking shape slithering out of the darkness with the silent menace of a jungle cat. As the moonlight glinted off its form, my breath hitched. It was a creature of nightmares all sharp angles and shadows. Razor-sharp teeth gleamed like daggers in the dim light, and its eyes burned with an eerie glow like embers burning in a forgotten fireplace.

Wolves had great night vision, but cats were in their element in the dark. My eyes glowed as we began the descent downwards. The further we ventured down the more I could start to smell the coppery scent of blood and sweat. The smell overpowered the dank and musty mold. I didn’t like being down here, a shiver ran through me as I could sense the horrible things that have happened down here, like the ghosts of the past were whispering to me ‘turn around. Go back.’ It had the hackles of my cat, Juniper, raising.

He seats himself on the chair in front of the table and the conversation starts. “We were actually hunting that yokai for some years now… You probably wouldn’t know the term ‘hunting’ here. Or do you?” “No. I do not.” “Okay. I’ll explain it in simple terms. There are three categories under which people or humans in general fall under… The cast, the off-cast and the hunters. Well, only if you’re out of your mind will you take the hunting route. My point being that the cast can interact with spirits, dead people, apparitions if they have not passed into the afterlife and they decide to stick around as a rumour. The off-cast are those idiots who can’t see these apparitions and they decide to us